August Blog Challenge, Day 11

Today’s challenge is to reveal your earliest memory.  For me, that’s a real challenge because I have so many years to travel through to get to my earliest memory.

I’m in my crib (really!) and standing up.  I’m crying and crying.  My mommy comes in and picks me up and takes me somewhere big and crowded with people.  We wait there a long time.

I think this is a memory from when we lived in Fayetteville, NC and Hurricane Hazel was blowing through.  My mom taught school and I think she somehow came to get me and take me to a shelter. 

But I may have made the whole thing up, who knows? What’s your earliest memory?

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